Liv Lundberg:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
FROM “THE CLEAR TONE”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(DEN KLARE TONEN 1979)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
THE CLEAR TONE\u00a0\u00a0(Den klare tonen)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The clear tone<\/p>\n
the insurgents sent out<\/p>\n
before they attacked the despot<\/p>\n
before they were slaughtered<\/p>\n
in the ensuing massacre<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The bright<\/p>\n
hopeful tone.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(trans.: P.T.Hopper)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
ALONE NOONE\u00a0\u00a0(Ensom Ingen)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My fingers claw you out from the paper.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I created a fairytale, an enchanted castle.<\/p>\n
I built you under the sun<\/p>\n
on the world\u00b4s very first morning –<\/p>\n
you stood there:<\/p>\n
ALONE<\/p>\n
I sent runners out with the four winds<\/p>\n
to fetch fire, for you were so cold,<\/p>\n
so cold were you beneath my kisses.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But here is:<\/p>\n
NOONE<\/p>\n
I cross my arms above my head<\/p>\n
and carry my defeat carefully to the sea.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
THE DISTANCE THROUGH WHICH I\u00b4M ABLE TO SEE YOU<\/p>\n
(Avstanden jeg kan se deg gjennom)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sleeplessness without you.<\/p>\n
Freedom without you.<\/p>\n
Freedom to arrive and depart,<\/p>\n
to love and to leave and to come and make love.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I can feel it when you are close,<\/p>\n
but I see you through a distance.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Not to take the consequences of this<\/p>\n
is a waste<\/p>\n
of precious love and time.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Waste is the opposite of grace.<\/p>\n
If you have grace you have mercy.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
HEART OF THE WORLD\u00a0\u00a0(Innerst i verden)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Love<\/p>\n
seeps into the earth<\/p>\n
like blood,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
pierces through space<\/p>\n
like arrows.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Love<\/p>\n
flows into all crevices<\/p>\n
like water,<\/p>\n
fills all cavities<\/p>\n
like air,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
burns and cleanses<\/p>\n
or chars and destroys<\/p>\n
like fire.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Creates new, green sprouts<\/p>\n
each spring<\/p>\n
like the earth.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
SNOWNIGHT\u00a0\u00a0(Sn\u00f8natt)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I float through the snow.<\/p>\n
The snow came at last<\/p>\n
rushing here<\/p>\n
in the dark. A white message.<\/p>\n
Bridal veil.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There are crowds of people out here.<\/p>\n
They fall in the snow.<\/p>\n
Eyes bleeding with ice.<\/p>\n
The light through the snow,<\/p>\n
shining white.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Horses and children laugh.<\/p>\n
The dogs bark.<\/p>\n
The people jump in the cold.<\/p>\n
Steam from fresh horse-dung<\/p>\n
rises upwards.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It’s a really a world of snow,<\/p>\n
at last and and I\u00b4m falling<\/p>\n
through the white darkness.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Traces of pasts<\/p>\n
and futures are wiped out.<\/p>\n
Each step is separate<\/p>\n
like letters on white paper.<\/p>\n
Winter – a little lamb,<\/p>\n
shakes its fleece – where did you come from,<\/p>\n
when you came out to us?<\/p>\n
(trans. Anne Born)
FINALLY THEY COME\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Endelig kommer de)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Out of the dark<\/p>\n
people swarm<\/p>\n
dressed in peculiar outfits.<\/p>\n
They carry torches, banners,<\/p>\n
several musical instruments,<\/p>\n
huge stuffed dolls<\/p>\n
and different species of animals.<\/p>\n
They sing, beckon and dance.<\/p>\n
The noise rises towards the balcony.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I lean against the railing, tense<\/p>\n
in my new set of clothes.<\/p>\n
Then I run downstairs and out,<\/p>\n
disappear in the crowd of people.<\/p>\n
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(LL)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
FROM\u00a0\u00a0MIRROR OF HEARTS\u00a0\u00a0(HJERTERSPEIL 1981)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
YOU 1 (Du)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My hands wander along<\/p>\n
your contours:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The curve of your cheeks, the shoulder angle<\/p>\n
the body\u00b4s many heights and hollows<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
To get a hold of your extension<\/p>\n
to mark the boundaries of your significance<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Decide where you end<\/p>\n
and something else begins<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You can’t flow out unbounded<\/p>\n
over your surroundings<\/p>\n
Not every possible content is yours<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Your extremities connect with others’<\/p>\n
and become meeting points<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
YOU 2\u00a0\u00a0(Deg)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When I return home I find<\/p>\n
you in the world and the world in you<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When I sink into your eyes<\/p>\n
When I crawl around in your body<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
are we a house of meeting points<\/p>\n
A balancing act over open space<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Our bodies unfold their petals<\/p>\n
Flying soft waves trough your inner space<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am your rain your darkness, you<\/p>\n
my blond lover, you said to me:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The only thing I want from you: You<\/p>\n
All that I want from you: You<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
DRUDGERY, MISERY\u00a0\u00a0(Slit, ulykke…..til mine m\u00f8dre)<\/p>\n
(to my mothers)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Green herb-women aslant<\/p>\n
across brown-striped forest paths<\/p>\n
into the woods<\/p>\n
– hasty as shadows of cats<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Women crossing<\/p>\n
the lifelines of males<\/p>\n
Do they bring misery?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Male bulking fences<\/p>\n
by the start of female developments<\/p>\n
Yet merely rosy white girls<\/p>\n
They end up in misery<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Newborn who should be holy<\/p>\n
talismen from the future<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Herb-women in the woods<\/p>\n
flapping shadows<\/p>\n
with countless pockets<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Babies in the river, in the marsh<\/p>\n
Black aprons of sorrow<\/p>\n
Lines over faces and stomach skin<\/p>\n
Lines leading to the precipice in the eyes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Backs bent over drudgery, over joy<\/p>\n
over the living children<\/p>\n
The endless necessity of food<\/p>\n
and the icy cold water for washing<\/p>\n
Ice lumps on the firewood sticks<\/p>\n
Deep snow surrounding the knees<\/p>\n
The womb as the naos of pain<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Points of comfort:<\/p>\n
Fire under the brewing pan<\/p>\n
Sunlight on the porridge grain<\/p>\n
The animal mumbling repose<\/p>\n
Milk of mothers and of animals<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I don’t see the husband<\/p>\n
I don’t know<\/p>\n
if he was a heavy comfort<\/p>\n
or a cool curse<\/p>\n
The hard rock in the middle<\/p>\n
or an outline –<\/p>\n
visible but empty.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(LL)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
RUSHING BROOK, TWINS\u00a0\u00a0(Bekkesus, tvillinger)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Childhood in a green valley<\/p>\n
Brooks were rushing underneath the mountain<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We were many children<\/p>\n
We had many places<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Flat fields in front of a stony stairway<\/p>\n
Violet flowers by the sunburnt wall<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In my childhood there was sun<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When the old died<\/p>\n
we were seated around the open coffins’<\/p>\n
sharp wax-yellow features<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When the new-born died<\/p>\n
we got to see the pictures of small coffins<\/p>\n
Twin graves in the churchyard<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(Louis Muinzer)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
BURGER’S DAUGHTER<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I see clenched fists in the eyes<\/p>\n
darkskinned movements<\/p>\n
across the white forehead<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The acute span of existence:<\/p>\n
resistance against, acceptance of<\/p>\n
the sole significant insight:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The road is the goal – the bridge<\/p>\n
leads across to the country<\/p>\n
that does not yet exist<\/p>\n
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(trans. LL)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
HER\u00a0\u00a0(Henne)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It shines from her<\/p>\n
In the morning her eyes are naked<\/p>\n
Later they slip into a troll<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I remember she’s been her before<\/p>\n
Pressed up against the wall she was laughing<\/p>\n
Like a gentle serious angel<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She lives in images<\/p>\n
She walks on roads in the air<\/p>\n
She never waits patiently<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I can’t keep hold of her<\/p>\n
She lights red lanterns on the ice<\/p>\n
And vanishes over the next hill<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(trans. Anne Born)
MAY-BE\u00a0\u00a0(Kan-skje)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She might be more concerned with my words<\/p>\n
than with beauty\u00b4s pretty shoes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She might reject the prince and the dress<\/p>\n
and get up shiny language outfits<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I hear fragile tinkling word-sounds.<\/p>\n
Friends are coming with dandelion wine<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Grandmother will open the living-room doors<\/p>\n
put wine-glasses on the lace cloth<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The sun will blink and open the windows<\/p>\n
and fill the air with buckets of daisies<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The friends lift smiles in their glasses<\/p>\n
Children share shiny pictures and apple cider<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Grandmother might well bake a pastry-cake<\/p>\n
Grandfather might fetch wood for the stove<\/p>\n
and smoked salmon, Uncle Thomas is likely to<\/p>\n
bring his accordion and Ole Johan snatches<\/p>\n
the fiddle from the wall, maybe she’ll read some poems<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
to the music and the cat<\/p>\n
which purrs against our feet.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(trans. Anne Born \/ LL)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
From “THE HOUSE OF LANGUAGE HAS OPENINGS”<\/p>\n
(Spr}kets hus har \u00e5pninger 1982)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
THE PATTERN WHICH CONNECTS\u00a0\u00a0(M\u00f8nstret som binder sammen)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the beginning:<\/p>\n
A pattern of organic energy<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
where sub-atomic particles<\/p>\n
dance without known cause<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
dance with many steps<\/p>\n
and huge results<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
all that we see and are and do<\/p>\n
are results – in this respect<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Either that’s where it will also end:<\/p>\n
with the sub-atomic<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
when a sufficient number of<\/p>\n
atoms are detonated<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Or it will continue:<\/p>\n
In the pattern which connects<\/p>\n
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all the niveaus in a single comprehension<\/p>\n
of the one imminent god of nature<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
which is all<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
LOVELY\u00a0\u00a0(Vakkert)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
sitting, scratching<\/p>\n
holes in the sheat of paper<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
how ruthlessly<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
not really able to do<\/p>\n
anything else<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
lovely he speaks<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
could come across<\/p>\n
a beautiful day<\/p>\n
under the paper<\/p>\n
in the aching language<\/p>\n
\u2039
THE LINGUAL HOUSE\u00a0\u00a0(Spr\u00e5kets hus)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The lingual house<\/p>\n
has openings<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The light and the wind<\/p>\n
cast in streaks of star-littered universe,<\/p>\n
snow crystals and chlorophyll<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the house live human beings<\/p>\n
naturally I live here too<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The house has a bloody furniture<\/p>\n
a frenzy of violence and klillings<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Yet the language speaks<\/p>\n
as if all is normal<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We are lingual animals<\/p>\n
more dangerous than all<\/p>\n
crossing every border<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the house live everybody I love<\/p>\n
they have nowhere else to live<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Even the ones sparkling with poetry<\/p>\n
pulsating with redhot longings<\/p>\n
and spinning rainbows of tender care<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Even the children\u00b4s bodies<\/p>\n
contain that house<\/p>\n
there are no escape<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
While we watch each other dying<\/p>\n
we are forced to catch the wind<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
stars and chlorophyll<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
IT’S NOT DANGEROUS\u00a0\u00a0(Det er ikke farlig)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It\u00b4s all about vertigo<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
when you grabble dizzingly<\/p>\n
after a handshake<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
when your feet have not understood<\/p>\n
their place on earth, when<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the law of gravity has been upset<\/p>\n
and the very centre is getting uncentered<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When the circling motions whirr<\/p>\n
from centrifugal fears<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
then you easily tip over the presipice<\/p>\n
never having practised to fall<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You\u00b4ll collide with the earth<\/p>\n
in close contact<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
get dark blotches, swellings and wounds<\/p>\n
a map over non-verbal terrain<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It’s not dangerous<\/p>\n
it\u00b4s only hurting<\/p>\n
\u2039
AIKIDO\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Aikido)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Kanetsuka sensei demonstrates<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
ai – ki – do<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The body’s deep recognition<\/p>\n
its inner strenght accompany the breathing<\/p>\n
on its way to the movement’s complete<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
harmony<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A fanning ray of circular movements<\/p>\n
out from the point of gravity’s unyielding<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
centre<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The power of the attacker is turned against<\/p>\n
the attacker to make him realize:<\/p>\n
His attack was an act of evil<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
After a demonstration of the japanese<\/p>\n
art of defence, aikido, in Troms|, march 1982
SELFEVIDENTLY CENTRAL<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Zen monks bake their black bread with no tears<\/p>\n
shaping them selfevidently in their centre<\/p>\n
still round forms turn to gold in the oven<\/p>\n
crisp crusts around soft smelling heat<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Zen monks eat the bread with no tears – and tea<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
IMAGES IN BREATH AND EARTH\u00a0\u00a0(Bilder i pust og jord)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Villages with church steeples<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The dark trees shivering in the wind<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Crests and hollows of naked bodies<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Cries of anxiety and hands folded<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Fluttering wings and animal tracks<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the depths of the well in space<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Between the past and the future<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A silent basis of language<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Riddles you\u00b4ll never forget<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Answers to questions nobody asked<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Images laugh at our glances<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Our intentions and calculations<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Our causal chains and self-control<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Images starved by language<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Play at the bottom of weeping<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Hunting here in this encounter<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Beneath a pale, grey sky<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Across vast snowy plains<\/p>\n
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Over soft moss and birch trees<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Images are carved out on mountain walls<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
From longing and necessity<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
To navigate the dreaming<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
To where people work together<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Give birth to each other close to the ground<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Images travel in breath and earth<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Through space and time<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
THE EARTH IS SPINNING DIZZILY\u00a0\u00a0(Jorda er virvlende \u00f8r)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My life nailed to yours<\/p>\n
Thus we got common wound<\/p>\n
and common earth<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the earth is black will<\/p>\n
and suction<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I approached you<\/p>\n
on a combination of<\/p>\n
lack and lust<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You came out from your distance<\/p>\n
and grabbed me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the earth is spinning dizzily<\/p>\n
in space<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In this light you are<\/p>\n
a penetrating pattern<\/p>\n
emptying in me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
earth is growing children<\/p>\n
dreams, wars<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and limits to all<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
OPEN, INTENT\u00a0\u00a0(\u00e5pen, ufravendt)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Outstreched mornings, brimfull<\/p>\n
of affections, sensations<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Your skin on the tips of my fingers<\/p>\n
expand me into a rain of lust<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Shameless and grateful<\/p>\n
I suck in your warm time<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Your body is earth and fruit<\/p>\n
I bury my roots in you<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Salty summer flows from you<\/p>\n
open, intent, I receive<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
TO FIND A COMMON ENTRANCE\u00a0\u00a0(For \u00e5 finne en felles inngang)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Love as blindman’s buff<\/p>\n
as certain as jammed lock<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and as acute<\/p>\n
Cold seeps into all cracks<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I forget you several times a day<\/p>\n
you gather me more seldom<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
into your hands<\/p>\n
The house freezes to<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
a bittle taste in the communication<\/p>\n
and cold aversion in the tenderness<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The room encloses in a tired movement<\/p>\n
but nothing settles down<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and nothing arises<\/p>\n
Steps are going away in the snow<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
nights frosted by grief<\/p>\n
I search for an exit<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
to find a common entrance:<\/p>\n
You are human I am human<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
To be opposite is something else<\/p>\n
than being averted, my beloved<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“why don’t you try me tonight?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
NO MORE DELAY\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Ingen utsettelse lenger)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There is no more<\/p>\n
delay, it’s now and forever<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sadly I\u00b4m streched with the wind<\/p>\n
leaning on the currents<\/p>\n
mixing up bondaries<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
If I really was bowing down<\/p>\n
if I really was getting up<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
If I swayed and danced<\/p>\n
humbly on the ground<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Who would kick me<\/p>\n
who would spit on me?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The question is mine alone<\/p>\n
now and forever<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
With my head under my arm<\/p>\n
I forswore three times<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There is something about the world<\/p>\n
I cannot bear, one single<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
vast injustice I cannot endure<\/p>\n
Where can I possibly then<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
invest my gratitude?<\/p>\n
I no longer wait for an answer<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I have drunk and emptied a dream<\/p>\n
what is left achs tenderly<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I’m on fire, flames dying out<\/p>\n
here or never<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
PRECISELY\u00a0\u00a0(N\u00f8yaktig slik)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In children killed we can see<\/p>\n
a distinct meaning<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
a black truth in all bright hopes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Children die of hunger and war<\/p>\n
and indifference<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
a black shadow across all faces<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Children killed; as real<\/p>\n
as lovely as your own child<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
a black dash across all trains of thought<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Children die newborn when morning<\/p>\n
climbs the planets’ dark range<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
a black rose for all ceremonies<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In children killed we realize what we mean<\/p>\n
precisely: This is what we mean<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
such is our world<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
LOGIC\u00a0\u00a0(Logikk)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
History appears as a series of massacres<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
People’s pain and death create<\/p>\n
a bond leading to the masters of earth<\/p>\n
to the nucleus of power<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A bond through the heart of the world<\/p>\n
a particular relation a logical connection<\/p>\n
between bloody terror and inhuman abundance:<\/p>\n
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If poverty gets hold of the little finger, it bolts down<\/p>\n
the total hand, ruler of the world<\/p>\n
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The hand melting the earth’s fertility into gold<\/p>\n
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The Inca Indians said: “Is gold what you want?”<\/p>\n
and poured liquid gold into the conquistadores’ throats<\/p>\n
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A pretty fatal logic<\/p>\n
that was massacred<\/p>\n
\u2039<\/p>\n
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FROM “DOUBLE EDGED ANGEL”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(TVE-EGGET ENGEL 1988)<\/p>\n
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I DRIVE, QUEEN OF ICE\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Jeg kj\u00f8rer isdronning)<\/p>\n
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I drive, Queen of Ice through winter\u00b4s ocean<\/p>\n
behind borrowed reindeer across frozen waves<\/p>\n
heaven’s darkness streaming like a starry mane.<\/p>\n
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Swords of northern lights are drawn before light\u00b4s<\/p>\n
battle for the love of darkness. The sleigh<\/p>\n
flees from winter’s heart, cold and paralyzing.<\/p>\n
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I hear the King of Winter is enraged:<\/p>\n
He\u00b4s gnawing the icicles off stars and houses<\/p>\n
gashing heaven\u00b4s frost with mountain peaks<\/p>\n
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he\u00b4s grinding snow breasts between icy teeth<\/p>\n
hounding the lust of darkness with a biting whip,<\/p>\n
and I am drunk with ice, my cheeks aflame<\/p>\n
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with fierce winter fever as spiky stars stab out<\/p>\n
through my flesh and crystalline minerals sweat<\/p>\n
from the depths beneath my body\u00b4s skin and hair<\/p>\n
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where light awaits naked as a bridegroom,<\/p>\n
until darkness surrender altogether, and<\/p>\n
day arises with its beaming lucid mind.<\/p>\n
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(trans: Susan S. Senstad)<\/p>\n
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HERE\u00a0\u00a0(Her)<\/p>\n
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The light surfs breakers of time<\/p>\n
the haze of heat hangs blue clouds<\/p>\n
in blue, let the years like a riddle<\/p>\n
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riddle themselves, I’ve forgotten<\/p>\n
and remembered enough, now I will<\/p>\n
be here in this where I am<\/p>\n
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Each morning awakens<\/p>\n
new vivid days – fine!<\/p>\n
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(Trans: Susan Schwartz Senstad)
THE WORD\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Ordet)<\/p>\n
(Hommage to Sylvia)<\/p>\n
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The knife in my troat is screaming<\/p>\n
from genitals streaming black<\/p>\n
the blood is mine, I spill it out<\/p>\n
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over your white tactical sheets<\/p>\n
The womb wrings in spasms<\/p>\n
to final birth released<\/p>\n
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I am a workshop, you are a board<\/p>\n
with the knife I’m carving out<\/p>\n
the word I loved you with<\/p>\n
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I nail it onto a cross<\/p>\n
twine a rope, am ready to go<\/p>\n
but the road is steep, the word is heavy<\/p>\n
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my shoes are poor, I don’t feel much for it<\/p>\n
my neck is painful, I wipe my mouth<\/p>\n
with dirt, trying to forget<\/p>\n
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It’s raining and I am thirsty<\/p>\n
Where is the house of the deaf benefactors<\/p>\n
were the kind food sisters are serving<\/p>\n
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from steaming vocal chords<\/p>\n
a poem of necessities<\/p>\n
and fill up the daily wounds<\/p>\n
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with bandaging language<\/p>\n
If you call, I\u00b4ll be busy<\/p>\n
I lost my feelings on the spot you stood<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Relatives and strangers are pushing in<\/p>\n
Are they out to catch my full intention?<\/p>\n
The salt, the bread, all which I lack<\/p>\n
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to silence the scream, to stem the blood<\/p>\n
It’s flowing all over like loving<\/p>\n
I didn’t realize that word was fatal<\/p>\n
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(trans: LL)<\/p>\n
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SONG FOR THE EVENING (Sang til kvelden)<\/p>\n
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Give us today our black bread stone<\/p>\n
give us also a blueberry drink<\/p>\n
and a little cod-liver oil<\/p>\n
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And a song for the sinful evening<\/p>\n
shuffled in a patience game of desire<\/p>\n
dreaming us awake<\/p>\n
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We are nurtured by the sky day after day<\/p>\n
growing strong as the oceans<\/p>\n
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(LL)
EGG\u00a0\u00a0(Egg)<\/p>\n
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Beastly emotions sniff the layers of instincts<\/p>\n
Crawling lust marking meeting paths<\/p>\n
and places for mating and birth<\/p>\n
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I started with a grip of the imminent:<\/p>\n
A finger-hook, a milk-filled breast<\/p>\n
an ancient hunger, a centre of lust<\/p>\n
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I drifted as plant, a growing instinct<\/p>\n
a fruit falling through landscapes and voids<\/p>\n
crossing timespans and changing thoughts<\/p>\n
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From the womb I jumped, an egg<\/p>\n
here I’m drifting along, a globe of pain<\/p>\n
a point of delight, intertwined<\/p>\n
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in confusion with other voluntary<\/p>\n
animal sacrifice<\/p>\n
in service of greedy life<\/p>\n
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(LL)<\/p>\n
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MY REAL DAUGHTER\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Min ekte datter<\/p>\n
WORLD YOUNG\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0verden ung)<\/p>\n
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She made a garland of her hair for the feast<\/p>\n
and threw her tears to the wolves<\/p>\n
She forged her sword-soul boyish<\/p>\n
and traded feathers with time\u00b4s leaping heaven<\/p>\n
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She raced ahead to hunt the storms<\/p>\n
and passionately kissed the skin of snow<\/p>\n
She would fly with all the wild birds<\/p>\n
animals and shadows, freely<\/p>\n
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to the light of wolves’ jaw, with polar bears\u00b4 pawprint<\/p>\n
stamped into her memory<\/p>\n
She wanted to win, as if her life were youthful<\/p>\n
and blond and fresh and soft as stone<\/p>\n
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She stepped androgynously across the borders<\/p>\n
toward the distinctly open inner land of ice<\/p>\n
She would be among those who dive<\/p>\n
she would carry death like a precious stone<\/p>\n
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She would live spreadeagled across life<\/p>\n
be a fine-tuned instrument<\/p>\n
against the world\u00b4s tortured, aging reason<\/p>\n
She wished to torment cruelty<\/p>\n
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with her strong and mercy-glowing laughter<\/p>\n
She would salvage joy<\/p>\n
from that powerful despair<\/p>\n
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(trans: Susan S Senstad)
RAW\u00a0\u00a0(Ratt)<\/p>\n
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Excoriated, flayed, a steaming raw<\/p>\n
condition, a destruction<\/p>\n
admitted into, to exile from<\/p>\n
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the bowels, to rip open language directly<\/p>\n
in the womb, bloody harvest festival, rage<\/p>\n
dripping red in the white snow<\/p>\n
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God is your kin, a butcher visiting<\/p>\n
You love the meat, raw and sliced exactly<\/p>\n
into opening and wisdom<\/p>\n
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(LL)<\/p>\n
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DEMONS\u00a0\u00a0(Demonene)<\/p>\n
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Childhood failed and fell away<\/p>\n
revengeful angels shattered\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\/?<\/p>\n
like black premonitions<\/p>\n
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Darkened angel heads<\/p>\n
encroach my house, growing<\/p>\n
more ruthless<\/p>\n
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spreading like cancer<\/p>\n
spiteful tongues consume<\/p>\n
my dream of fullblown garden-life<\/p>\n
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Every month I\u00b4m bleeding<\/p>\n
like from a wound<\/p>\n
like from grief<\/p>\n
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Gently like a flower or a woman<\/p>\n
to soften the grim, merciless memory<\/p>\n
with a sacrificial grail<\/p>\n
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I scythe till my hands are blistering<\/p>\n
my back cracking into screams<\/p>\n
moreand more I resemble them<\/p>\n
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The demons are my gift of genius<\/p>\n
I realize I am chosen<\/p>\n
and barred in<\/p>\n
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(LL)<\/p>\n
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WHERE IT IS (Der det er)<\/p>\n
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Cannot live there<\/p>\n
in darkness against the heart<\/p>\n
pumping with black blotches<\/p>\n
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Must get out and let it be told<\/p>\n
even though it cannot be seen<\/p>\n
and not heard<\/p>\n
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So dark it cannot be touched<\/p>\n
by anything I know<\/p>\n
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(LL)
DAD\u00a0\u00a0(Far)<\/p>\n
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What is the connection:<\/p>\n
Your body in the ground – and my<\/p>\n
lover’s sporadic adultery?<\/p>\n
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The connection, dad?<\/p>\n
What is a man?<\/p>\n
Who am I?<\/p>\n
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This is the end, daddy<\/p>\n
and I should have been\u00a0your<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0father<\/p>\n from the beginning<\/p>\n <\/p>\n White, smooth face<\/p>\n Smiling coffin in the organ peal<\/p>\n of death, dad, saved<\/p>\n <\/p>\n from the jaw of life<\/p>\n which consumed your body<\/p>\n with decaying oblivion<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I see you released<\/p>\n so free, noone can know how free<\/p>\n father, my origin, semen<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some resistance I cannot know<\/p>\n an unwanted tale<\/p>\n Your tender sadness kept still<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Matrimony cannot be washed away<\/p>\n from earth to earth<\/p>\n Now you have nothing<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Your desire locked into<\/p>\n your averted glance<\/p>\n on my mother!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I watched your submission<\/p>\n I did not go near your gentle ways<\/p>\n in my most frozen moment<\/p>\n <\/p>\n dizzyingly: Liv!<\/p>\n Remote and rejected<\/p>\n I refused you to be loved by me<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You adored the joyous and bright<\/p>\n I accepted, I accept<\/p>\n outside me, only my skin<\/p>\n <\/p>\n now, you are dead<\/p>\n So much death your childhood<\/p>\n too many dead to survive<\/p>\n <\/p>\n too much to lose, and me<\/p>\n too tiny for your history<\/p>\n With what was I to be growing? contained in the body, so free<\/p>\n you have no idea how free<\/p>\n <\/p>\n My wildgrowing thoughts<\/p>\n no pain, no wounds to lick<\/p>\n only the emptiness squeaking<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Now, at last, the pure body<\/p>\n of pain, my inner darkness<\/p>\n confronts its scream<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Decaying dad still alive<\/p>\n the earth is black, finished at last<\/p>\n I should have been your father<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and lay you down<\/p>\n like an early lost child<\/p>\n I now have found dead<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You, who could not, in chilly earth<\/p>\n among whispering trees, whispering soul<\/p>\n blessed, poor – peace<\/p>\n <\/p>\n such I’ve been fighting my sense<\/p>\n Now, I\u00b4ll lay down a feeling<\/p>\n on your grave, as my answer<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (LL)\u2039 <\/p>\n The earth is a hole in the sky<\/p>\n a hole casting shadow<\/p>\n The moon tilts on the brink of a cloud<\/p>\n The wind whispers about heavenly secrets<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Life is to open words on blank pages<\/p>\n and invest in stars for the berieved<\/p>\n The moon is nodding, coming too late and too early<\/p>\n in the rhythm we suffer from and to which we make love<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Heaven has its empty apartment<\/p>\n to lodge our dubious prayer<\/p>\n it always answers it never gets quiet<\/p>\n in the Word of God, our hound howls to its grave<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (LL)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A HOUND FOR THE FROST\u00a0\u00a0(En hund etter frosten)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I was a hound after frost<\/p>\n I growled and gnawed the ice bone clean<\/p>\n <\/p>\n My master lashed the whip over my back<\/p>\n Stuck and leashed, I howled and cried<\/p>\n <\/p>\n While he mated me with one of them<\/p>\n The birth made me accessible<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And opened wolves’ jaws of hot revenge<\/p>\n The killing of the puppies was a massacre<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I never will forget I loved them<\/p>\n I pulled the sleigh with puppy corpses<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Across the drift ice of my Inner Arctic<\/p>\n beneath the Northers lights\u00b4 blue polished swords<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And forth until the time\u00b4s open mouth<\/p>\n pointed out a new road home<\/p>\n <\/p>\n to the starry bitter, bright sharp sweetness<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (LL)<\/p>\n BUZZING ANGELS\u00a0\u00a0(Englene som svirrer)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The angel in my home behind the stone<\/p>\n with red light flames and glass-flower teeth<\/p>\n dancing skin in the eyes and wings intertwined<\/p>\n <\/p>\n laughs and laughs and laughs<\/p>\n and it scares me<\/p>\n till my death<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You rasp my smooth surface with your lust<\/p>\n I rise, confident sleepwalker<\/p>\n and set the music adrift<\/p>\n <\/p>\n night after night like departures<\/p>\n I have built and burnt an angel<\/p>\n an ice coast and loved nobody<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 3.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A scatterbrained angel so close<\/p>\n to the day which is burning your wings<\/p>\n an everyday magpie, a silver-snatcher<\/p>\n <\/p>\n chasing after glitter<\/p>\n flapping impudent with wag-tail<\/p>\n and black white tricks<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Solves the twinkling riddles of day<\/p>\n and opens my eyes<\/p>\n to the insatiable fall<\/p>\n <\/p>\n when the wild rouge will pale<\/p>\n to white<\/p>\n and the angel shall fall<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 4.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sick of knocking on blackened suns<\/p>\n Tired of sinking into flaring cold oblivion<\/p>\n Painful to look with the closed eye reopened<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The point of pain vibrates and burns, a mark stamped<\/p>\n on the bull\u00b4s brow, I fly in a peak<\/p>\n like a self-seducing flame<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The angel has left me<\/p>\n the angel could not find me<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (LL) <\/p>\n Chasing hands fingering<\/p>\n into blind alley stimulus<\/p>\n urges are sniffing their way<\/p>\n <\/p>\n To leathergeared screams of sensation<\/p>\n seductive whiplashes puncture<\/p>\n sprawling fleshy glances<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lust for the innermost wisdom<\/p>\n to conceptualize completely<\/p>\n all alive to death<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n “STONE DREAMT”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(STEINDR\\MT\u00a0\u00a01985)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n a grey green glance<\/p>\n slowly stopped the rain<\/p>\n into ice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n in the eye<\/p>\n a closed up mirror<\/p>\n opens its dark<\/p>\n person<\/p>\n horror stricken<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n hazard<\/p>\n black<\/p>\n core of resistance<\/p>\n an opus<\/p>\n of dread<\/p>\n plucking the strings<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n autumn extinguished<\/p>\n the precious trees<\/p>\n and the children<\/p>\n have turned to black spikes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (sss) <\/p>\n <\/p>\n darkness expresses<\/p>\n its point<\/p>\n silently<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the ice has stuck<\/p>\n to my clothes<\/p>\n I cut<\/p>\n into everything grown<\/p>\n over my head<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I have<\/p>\n smoothed my skin<\/p>\n into smiles<\/p>\n cut my glance<\/p>\n to insight<\/p>\n staring mirror<\/p>\n of doubt<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I sliced my heart<\/p>\n to make sense<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n face at the foot of<\/p>\n a towering<\/p>\n precipice<\/p>\n the altitude increases<\/p>\n your resistance<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n a face<\/p>\n in my mouth<\/p>\n that never has spoken<\/p>\n higher<\/p>\n than light<\/p>\n stars are cracking<\/p>\n you tread<\/p>\n for your life<\/p>\n is moving you slowly<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the snow has put<\/p>\n its eye<\/p>\n on mine<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n my mouth is freezing<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I light<\/p>\n a fire<\/p>\n in dreaming<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n ice, mirror<\/p>\n and scrapings<\/p>\n <\/p>\n in the oral cavity<\/p>\n a tongue<\/p>\n licking<\/p>\n winter to images<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n dark poems<\/p>\n flared out<\/p>\n into a cold life<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n throbbing mountain<\/p>\n in my eye<\/p>\n a gap<\/p>\n to be filled<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone grate<\/p>\n in<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I’m writing<\/p>\n the snow<\/p>\n god of snow<\/p>\n my skin of stone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n writing snow<\/p>\n <\/p>\n points of stone<\/p>\n messages<\/p>\n <\/p>\n tiny parcels of<\/p>\n stony peace<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone head, hit<\/p>\n down<\/p>\n your days<\/p>\n a child<\/p>\n in your hand<\/p>\n a piece of bread<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n tangled up<\/p>\n in frost and snow<\/p>\n be still<\/p>\n a petrified inferno<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the hands clenched<\/p>\n cold<\/p>\n against darkness<\/p>\n grimly, without grief<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n down to the last<\/p>\n salt frozen<\/p>\n heaven\u00b4s grip<\/p>\n <\/p>\n grid of<\/p>\n snow pinnacles<\/p>\n point of no pain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (LL)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n a stone<\/p>\n to end up with<\/p>\n after all shadows<\/p>\n a place<\/p>\n till the earth ends<\/p>\n a stone<\/p>\n to bow one’s thoughts to<\/p>\n all snow<\/p>\n reminiscent of<\/p>\n earth shall vanish<\/p>\n a thought<\/p>\n of stone<\/p>\n a place to begin<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (sss)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2039 <\/p>\n <\/p>\n images<\/p>\n in the snow<\/p>\n is this a face<\/p>\n to recognize<\/p>\n <\/p>\n trampled flat<\/p>\n <\/p>\n anatomy of cold<\/p>\n knocked out in my heart<\/p>\n <\/p>\n open gaps<\/p>\n around the images<\/p>\n falling<\/p>\n stone dreamed<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n invaluable<\/p>\n fear<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the childhood before<\/p>\n you burst<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the waves question<\/p>\n the childhood<\/p>\n you have forgotten<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone in my mouth<\/p>\n shame<\/p>\n so poor is no one here<\/p>\n in this house of<\/p>\n black<\/p>\n winter trees<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n mother down<\/p>\n ruins<\/p>\n <\/p>\n father loving<\/p>\n always<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n empty presences<\/p>\n buried<\/p>\n in the air<\/p>\n around me, holes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the lack ahead of me<\/p>\n future<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stony eye<\/p>\n blind<\/p>\n in the self portrait<\/p>\n <\/p>\n cannot see<\/p>\n the suicide<\/p>\n <\/p>\n open cracks the light<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n blazing agents<\/p>\n <\/p>\n faces against disquiet<\/p>\n <\/p>\n behind glass<\/p>\n upholstered<\/p>\n strapped<\/p>\n through forever<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n stone out<\/p>\n the cracks in the chest<\/p>\n <\/p>\n desperate<\/p>\n assaults<\/p>\n <\/p>\n flicking like knives<\/p>\n cutting<\/p>\n like smiles<\/p>\n you\u00b4re going to regret<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n mountains<\/p>\n what are they waiting for<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a closed human being<\/p>\n shattered<\/p>\n <\/p>\n belongs to the dreams<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the power<\/p>\n suddenly dangerous<\/p>\n may see<\/p>\n <\/p>\n what I am<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n everywhere body<\/p>\n <\/p>\n you may belong to<\/p>\n everybody<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I gamble<\/p>\n to win<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n my breath<\/p>\n one winter<\/p>\n among other mountains<\/p>\n I’m high, high<\/p>\n on snow and labyrinths<\/p>\n <\/p>\n unappeasable stone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n metal dark<\/p>\n nights<\/p>\n taste of<\/p>\n salty hearts<\/p>\n dreamdrifting<\/p>\n light<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n night and naked<\/p>\n silence in the doorway<\/p>\n snow infants<\/p>\n <\/p>\n scent of nocturnal stones<\/p>\n sisters of the body<\/p>\n exchange<\/p>\n skin<\/p>\n for cold<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the mountain out<\/p>\n greedy<\/p>\n to be<\/p>\n filled<\/p>\n <\/p>\n into everywhere<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am afraid, I want to<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n winter desire<\/p>\n through ice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n holes wrenched<\/p>\n to blade of sword<\/p>\n <\/p>\n my head in ruins<\/p>\n has lost<\/p>\n its heaven<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n to slide erotic<\/p>\n stone<\/p>\n through all the veins<\/p>\n through web of breasts<\/p>\n and thrusts<\/p>\n of hips<\/p>\n one enclosed moment<\/p>\n I slide<\/p>\n from hours<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n mounting heat<\/p>\n reason<\/p>\n <\/p>\n an encounter<\/p>\n is entering<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n into blossoming cities<\/p>\n fountains of words<\/p>\n nights<\/p>\n crash<\/p>\n crying in love with<\/p>\n the fragile bridges<\/p>\n cobble-stoned<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n snow<\/p>\n in the glance of mine<\/p>\n <\/p>\n shaking in mountains<\/p>\n the lustre<\/p>\n mountain-peaks thrust<\/p>\n into me<\/p>\n capricorn<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n lover of cold<\/p>\n trembling<\/p>\n <\/p>\n with black eyes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone life I do not<\/p>\n regret<\/p>\n spills into my hand<\/p>\n <\/p>\n two beasts wake me<\/p>\n in the nude<\/p>\n (LL) <\/p>\n <\/p>\n no salvation<\/p>\n or seduction<\/p>\n only<\/p>\n the truth<\/p>\n of my moments<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n a cultivated frost form<\/p>\n in a stone garden<\/p>\n the moon<\/p>\n above the mountain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n beneath the mountain<\/p>\n one second<\/p>\n <\/p>\n in the avalanche<\/p>\n my face<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (sss)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am pure<\/p>\n winter<\/p>\n radiantly free<\/p>\n for as long as I go<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am volontary<\/p>\n distance<\/p>\n on the horizon<\/p>\n and understand<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the long road<\/p>\n of the winter<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n light<\/p>\n in confusion with<\/p>\n stone<\/p>\n on your open<\/p>\n morning<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the darkness blue<\/p>\n over town<\/p>\n dew-dripping<\/p>\n stone<\/p>\n on the verge of<\/p>\n an inkling, a grasp<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n mild<\/p>\n still, wide<\/p>\n white and wild<\/p>\n the silence<\/p>\n is filled with sound<\/p>\n a town<\/p>\n in which to look for<\/p>\n the mountain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n further along<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n rock sliding<\/p>\n tumbling<\/p>\n images<\/p>\n into my legs<\/p>\n walked out<\/p>\n as delight<\/p>\n on the horizon’s<\/p>\n skin<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n snow laughter<\/p>\n blows the breath<\/p>\n to certainty<\/p>\n <\/p>\n mountain as lights<\/p>\n above depths<\/p>\n <\/p>\n angel steps<\/p>\n \u2039<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n it is stoned<\/p>\n <\/p>\n stars, angels<\/p>\n blown free<\/p>\n writing burnt<\/p>\n to a point<\/p>\n <\/p>\n stoned out<\/p>\n from the silence<\/p>\n onto the roads<\/p>\n where the world walks<\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone marked<\/p>\n open<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone in my mouth<\/p>\n golden stone<\/p>\n no one can crush<\/p>\n between teeth<\/p>\n cut with a knife<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone with my mouth<\/p>\n in golden sand<\/p>\n one word in the air<\/p>\n on starry feet<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (LL)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone head, hit<\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone eye, look<\/p>\n <\/p>\n how much I can do<\/p>\n untrue<\/p>\n <\/p>\n stone tongue<\/p>\n lick me<\/p>\n pure and salt<\/p>\n and saltier, bird<\/p>\n like seaweed<\/p>\n on skin<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n a pure glance<\/p>\n a black light<\/p>\n into the depths<\/p>\n we disappear<\/p>\n (sss)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n * <\/p>\n through the darkness<\/p>\n with you<\/p>\n my stone glance<\/p>\n my stone man\u00b4s<\/p>\n hard lips<\/p>\n kiss the sole life<\/p>\n in me<\/p>\n only thus<\/p>\n am I given<\/p>\n feeling<\/p>\n in stone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (sss)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n empty one border<\/p>\n desire<\/p>\n cannot swim<\/p>\n the throat<\/p>\n flowerblack<\/p>\n I am<\/p>\n dedicated<\/p>\n <\/p>\n to death, stone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2039 fires in the pain<\/p>\n of frankness<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n burn the eye<\/p>\n to transformation<\/p>\n in pain<\/p>\n of lust<\/p>\n <\/p>\n melting the stone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n rings in stones<\/p>\n off<\/p>\n over ridges of heaven<\/p>\n <\/p>\n all is affected<\/p>\n in the winters’ raving mad<\/p>\n infatuation<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the dream I was flying<\/p>\n like tones<\/p>\n so far<\/p>\n my passion<\/p>\n captured<\/p>\n a mountain<\/p>\n in me alone<\/p>\n was a core<\/p>\n <\/p>\n now I’m sober<\/p>\n as drunken<\/p>\n into the mountain<\/p>\n and out<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n in the stone<\/p>\n is a swordsboy<\/p>\n on his way out<\/p>\n <\/p>\n my soul divided<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a slash of stone<\/p>\n like silver<\/p>\n <\/p>\n sword heaven<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am still here<\/p>\n stars<\/p>\n dissolved<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I saddle<\/p>\n and mount<\/p>\n beneath morning glory<\/p>\n and ride into golden<\/p>\n disappearance<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n daughter of stone<\/p>\n chasing light<\/p>\n imprints of the beast<\/p>\n on watch<\/p>\n stone skin your scream<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the truth of frost<\/p>\n in the well<\/p>\n two birds like tears<\/p>\n at bottom<\/p>\n the stone is yours<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Liv Lundberg: FROM “THE CLEAR TONE”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(DEN KLARE TONEN 1979) THE CLEAR TONE\u00a0\u00a0(Den klare tonen) The clear tone the insurgents sent out before they attacked the despot before they were slaughtered in the ensuing massacre The bright … Continue reading
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A HOLE IN THE SKY\u00a0\u00a0(Hull i himmelen)<\/p>\n
LIVING TO DEATH\u00a0\u00a0(Levende til d|d)<\/p>\n
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